Do not go gentle

How many ways can you cover a year? With articles, interviews, videos, slide shows, blog posts, tweets — did we leave anything out? Well, yes, one thing: poetry. So here is Yahoo News’ take on the year that is ending, by our resident poet, Jerry Adler.

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Here aboard the third rock from the sun Five billion times around it we have spun. Or, if you please, two thousand and sixteen And as it ends, we ask, what did it mean?

Like a tattered sticker on a bumper, A faded yard sign, lying in the grass, Proclaiming here once lived a never-Trumper The year is dwindling down and soon will pass.

So let’s take stock of all the wounds and bruises To all the Clintonistas who feel cheated The Bernie Bros and Rubios and Cruzes They did their best but ended up out-tweeted

How many self-important, high-falutin’ Pollsters, anchors, bloggers were upset To look down at their shoes and see that Putin Just took a WikiLeak, and got them wet?

We can see our time is growing short here, Upon the Earth, we’re only just a tenant, Apocalypse, as Nostradamus taught, dear, Won’t happen till the Cubs have won the pennant.

As foretold in the Book of Revelation We’re living in a time of fear and doubt. Four horsemen ride to bring the Tribulation Unless we build a wall to keep them out.

Yet even in the darkness of December Somewhere up ahead there must be light Be guided by this saying, and remember: Do not go gentle into that alt-night.